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Joined: July 02, 2004
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|  Posted: 2004-12-20 11:40
Background
The galaxy is in turmoil, turned upside down buy a powerful alliance of warlords and pirate’s who have the power to prey on the week with little fear of facing the consequences of the law. The warlords have used this alliance to further expand their reign of terror to as many planets as possible, while the pirates feed on any unlucky space faring vessel that they come across, Forcing many to live in poverty due to the high price of any resource that came off world, which was most because for hundreds of years humans have been specializing production on their planets.
Soon even many good and just citizens of the far systems were forced to join either the pirates or the conquest hungry warlords, leading to the total almost domination of the galaxy by these numerous fiends.
In the early days of all this the United Galactics Trade Organization, or UGTO made attempts to squash this uprising from their home base in the far away Sol system; however, at the time the alliances base of power was far, and most ugto officers were unfamiliar with these outlying systems, ultimately the UGTO were pushed back and the alliance of rogues formed the International Cultural Confederation or ICC. Since then the ICC has consistently pushed the UGTO back. Allowing the pirates to raid any wounded warships, and the warlords to expand their domains. All in all things were going well for ICC, excluding those left on the planets to extract the various resources needed to further the campaign.
Chapter 1
The night was calm and quiet, there was no bombs being launched from approaching cruisers, nor explosions as the planets inadequate defence systems tried to prevent the bombs from poisoning the population.
The calm spar spangled sky did nothing to alleviate the young mans anxiety, in fact, if anything it could make the coming hours more difficult for him and his crew. The crew was small, just two of his closest, most loyal friends, plus himself. Looking ahead he saw his two friends, creeping toward the ship yard with as much stealth as possible. First there was Slothe his friend since childhood and a talented technician. If it ran with electricity, Slothe could hack it, fix it or disable it. A slender figure could be seen close behind, Learna was an excellent navigator and tactician, heaving spent the last year of here life studying the various star systems, and how to use them to their full combat advantage, and if need be where to hide.
They all knew the danger that they were putting themselves in; however, they also new the fear and danger of being a planet dweller. None of the three had any taste to be drafted into the ICC infantry service.
Shortly after Slothe reached the door, in fact before Vapor even reached the high security door, a slight beep sounded, telling that the high security lock had been quickly disabled, just like he hoped it would be.
As soon as Vapor slipped in, Slothe punched several buttons on the small keypad, closing and locking the door behind them.
“So far so good,” Vapor whispered to his two companions.
“Aye, they obviously didn’t think anyone was stupid enough to break in here,” Slothe whispered back with a sardonic smile.
“Well boys I guess the rest is up to me,” Learna smiled weakly, obviously nervous at the thought of leading them in some perilous direction, like the guards quarters.
“I’m sure you’ll do fine.” Vapor whispered, reading her expression with uncanny accuracy.
Her confidence boosted by the kind reassurance of her friend, Learna started down the hallway to the right. From now until they reached there goal they would no speak unless discovered, the night patrols would be suspicious if they heard anybody, especially those with such obvious planetary accents.
The halls where long, white, and sterile, making them hard to distinguish from one another, but Learna had committed the stolen blueprints to memory and her sense of direction was flawless. Within minutes they were at the elevator that would take them to the top of the ultra modern ship yard.
Without a single word Slothe began to hack the elevator’s control panel, the only indication that he was under great pressure was a slight twitch above his right eye. A twitch which he had had ever since the three friends had met 15 years before.
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